Liang Sicheng once received a letter from his grandson Mu Jinfan from the capital, and he knew that after he surrendered, his family was almost beheaded; He also knew that it was because of Feng Yan that the life of the Liang family was saved.

Feng Yan can be said to be the benefactor of their Liang family.

Liang Sicheng was naturally grateful to Feng Yan, but things were far from that simple.

Thinking of what Feng Yan said just now, Liang Sicheng's mind became more complicated and chaotic, something seemed to flash through his mind, he felt that he seemed to have grasped something, and he seemed to have guessed something, his throat was astringent, and his heartbeat accelerated.

Bang, bang, bang!

Liang Sicheng's heartbeat became faster and faster, as if echoing in his ears, and even the blood in his body boiled with the acceleration of his heartbeat, and there was a trace of brilliance and a spark of hope in his eyes that were once like ashes.

Could it be ......

Liang Sicheng's body trembled violently, and there seemed to be something vague in his heart that was about to come out.

But he asked again, "Who are you?" ”

He looked at Feng Yan almost with bated breath, waiting for his answer, and at this moment, time seemed to slow down indefinitely......

Feng Yan smiled again, his eyes bright and calm.

Since he came to this trip, he didn't plan to hide anything from Liang Sicheng.

"My surname should be Mu." Feng Yan said openly and honestly.

Seal him ...... He really is in the blood of "that man"!

Liang Sicheng swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his mind was so shocked that he could barely think.

The eldest princess of Anping actually hid it from Jinshang and raised the child.

"What is the general thinking?" Feng Yan looked at Liang Sicheng with a smile, as if it wasn't a big deal.

Liang Sicheng still didn't speak, and looked straight at Feng Yan a few steps away, as if he wanted to find the shadow of "that person" from him.

His eyes were slightly in a trance, his pupils changed brightly and secretly, and his thoughts returned to a long, long time ago......

The sound of beating outside the house gradually faded away, getting softer and softer, and a few birds in the courtyard flapped their wings and flew over, making a fluttering sound, which made the room quieter, so quiet that Liang Sicheng could almost hear his own breathing.

Suddenly, he fell to his knees with a thud, and his head fell on the cold and hard ground, so reverent, so respectful.

"Obey Childe's orders." He said slowly.

The six simple words were like swearing something, the confusion in his voice receded, and his tone became firm and calm, like a lost traveler finally coming out of the fog, like the sun breaking through the dark clouds, shining on the earth, and even the house seemed to be lit up.

Feng Yan smiled, raised his hand and said, "Liang Sicheng, get up and talk, first tell me about the current situation in the city." ”

Liang Sicheng stood up, clasped his fists and replied, "...... Childe, today's Changxu City is garrisoned by Lang Po Qiao, the general of Nan Huai, with a total of 10,000 soldiers in Nan Huai, and thousands of recruits have been recruited recently, trained by Lang Po Qiao himself. ”

"The last will be ...... After the surrender, Luang Pocho took over all the defenses in the city and handed them over to his henchmen. The last generals are still those soldiers who were originally prosperous, and they are basically hanging. ”

This is also a matter of course, it is impossible for any sane general to easily delegate military power to a general.

"Lang Po Qiao was very cautious, so that the people and soldiers of Dasheng lived in the north and east of the city, and the people of Nanhuai gathered in the south and west of the city, and he himself now lives in Nanying Street in the south of the city."

"In the past year, the young and middle-aged people in the city have been dragged by the Nanhuai people to do hard labor and build city walls."

“……”

Liang Sicheng methodically looked at what he knew, and Feng Yan casually played with the dark iron mask, listening and pondering.

Changxu City is located in the southwest of Qianzhou, near the border between Qianzhou and Yunnan.

After the Nanhuai people took Changxu City, in the following year, they used Changxu City as a stronghold to capture several cities in a row, and they were not stopped until they reached the area of Daoyi City.

The Nanhuai people have already occupied five or six cities in Qianzhou with Changxu City as the center, so even if they can drive away the Nanhuai people in Changxu City, it will be useless, in this way, it will only make Changxu City fall into the situation of pinching back and forth and even catching turtles in the urn.

But because of the unique strategic location of Changxu City, it can't be left alone.

Only under the noses of Nanhuai people, quietly grasping Changxu City, can we achieve "advance can be attacked, retreat can be defended".

Therefore, Feng Yan took such a big risk and quietly sneaked into Changxu City to see Liang Sicheng, just to confirm with his own eyes whether Liang Sicheng could still be used.

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and put the Xuantie mask in his hand back on his face, after putting on the mask, he seemed to have become a different person, less lazy, a little more cold and decisive.

"Liang Sicheng," Feng Yan's voice was as cold as a blade, and he asked bluntly, "If Lang Boqiao dies, how sure are you that you can control Changxu City?" ”

At this moment, a gust of evening wind blew, and the candle flame jumped wildly, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Liang Sicheng's heart skipped a beat, and he was hesitant in his heart, but he still replied with a straight face: "Childe, if you have Lang Boqiao's talisman in hand, even if you can't make those Nanhuai soldiers counterattack or surrender, but if you want them to hold their troops in Changxu City, the last general is still sure." ”

"At that time, as long as the original soldiers and horses of Changxu City are quietly integrated, they should be combined with the outside world, and they will be able to regain control of Changxu City before the Nanhuai people find out."

The problem is, it's easier said than done to kill Luang Pocho.

Lang Poqiao is a general of Nanhuai, and there are heavy soldiers following him at all times, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an iron wall.

Feng Yan smiled and only said one word: "Okay." ”

This word "good" seemed to verify a certain guess in Liang Sicheng's heart, his pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly took a step forward and said, "Childe must not be in danger." Luang Po Qiao is not only excellent in martial arts, but also has a group of personal soldiers, all of whom are extraordinary......"

"Liang Sicheng......" Feng Yan interrupted Liang Sicheng calmly, "You just mentioned that Lang Boqiao will take recruits out of the city for training tomorrow?" It's a great opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity......"

Feng Yan's calmness from within also infected Liang Sicheng and made his heart settle down.

After that, only Feng Yan's voice was left in the room, and as soon as the evening breeze blew, the sound of the swaying branches and leaves blew that sound away......

The night was deeper and quieter.

Time passed slowly, and the night in the south seemed to be much longer than in the capital.

"Knock knock!"

The sound of war drums in the distance broke the silence and serenity of the early morning, and the day dawned, and the sun slowly rose in the east.

The gates of Changxu Castle opened to the sound of war drums, and when the heavy gates opened, there was a rumbling sound, and it seemed that even the ground near the gates trembled slightly.

The rising sun shone brightly, enveloping the city, the earth, and the trees below with a faint golden light.

A thirty-year-old and tall Nanhuai general took the lead in riding out of the city, and in addition to the accompanying personal soldiers, he was also followed by two or three hundred newly recruited Nanhuai recruits.

The line was mighty.

Today is the first training for these recruits.

Nan Huai's military training method is different from Dasheng's, focusing more on stimulating the ferocity and murderous spirit of the soldiers, in Lang Boqiao's view, the soldiers in Dasheng's army are just a group of brave and unscrupulous horsemen.

In their Nanhuai's opinion, a soldier who has never seen blood cannot be called a "soldier" at all, and how can they entrust their backs to such waste on the battlefield.

"Stepping on ......"

The group headed east against the rising sun, and the recruits behind ran and followed Luang Po Cho, their steps in unison.

Along the way, there was no one along the way, and the official roads were empty, bleak like wilderness.

After a stick of incense, Luang Pocho led the group of recruits to a lush mountain forest.

A bearded soldier guarding the foot of the mountain immediately greeted him and saluted with a fist at Lang Po Qiao on his horse: "General, everything is ready." ”

Luang Pocho smiled with satisfaction, and turned his horse, but in a few breaths, the two or three hundred recruits who accompanied him were well trained, and lined up in a neat phalanx, one by one, straight as a pine, and as motionless as a mountain.

Luang Pocho looked around at the recruits and then asked aloud, "Do you know what a good soldier is?" ”

The recruits were silent for a moment, and the young soldier in the middle of the first row plucked up the courage to reply: "General Hui, obey the general's orders and move forward bravely." ”

Lang Boqiao's tough face was still slightly satisfied, and he said: "This is one of them, the most important point is to be qualified to go to the battlefield first!" ”

"Now you have learned how to hold a knife and a bow, but you are just domesticated dogs, and if you want to go to war, you must first turn yourself into a wolf!"

"The raw meat that wolves eat and drink is blood, and a qualified soldier must have seen blood on his hands, so that he will not be afraid or retreat on the battlefield."

"On the battlefield, life and death are just a matter of fingers, General Ben doesn't have time for you to get used to it, you must prepare before the battle."

"Remember, we only have the strongest soldiers in Nanhuai, and we don't need those cowards who don't dare to use knives."

"Do you all understand?!"

Lang Boqiao said sonorously, word by word, sentence by sentence, clearly and loudly echoing in the air.

"Yes, General."

Hundreds of Nanhuai recruits replied in unison, their voices neatly overlapped, and the shouts were so loud all day that countless birds in the mountains and forests fluttered their wings and flew away.

Lang Pocho hooked his lips, then raised his hand and made a gesture, and the bearded soldier took the command with his fists, followed the fingers into a ring, put them between his lips and blew the whistle.

As the whistle sounded, hundreds of civilians were driven out of a small road by a dozen Nanhuai soldiers armed with long knives and whips.

Among these civilians, old and young, men and women, all in ragged clothes, with pale faces and erratic eyes, they were all strung together with hemp rope, like strings of grasshoppers.

"Hurry up! Don't grind! A Nanhuai soldier with a whip urged the civilians angrily at the same time, and at the same time the whip in his hand was thrown out, and the tail of the whip was thrown right on the right arm of an old man, and the sleeve was cut by the whip, leaving a blood-red whip mark on the arm.

These Dasheng civilians were all taken by the Nanhuai people from some surrounding villages, and in the eyes of the Nanhuai people, these Dasheng civilians could not even be called human.

"They're all two-legged sheep!" Luang Pocho pointed to the Dasheng civilians and said to the recruits, "And you, are hunters. ”

"Today, General Ben is going to take you to hunt sheep! Do you dare?! ”

Luang Po Qiao's voice grew louder and louder, and he asked the recruits with arrogance.

Without hesitation, the recruits replied, "Dare!" ”

All of them were full of blood and eyes, and they were eager to grab their knives at once, so that General Luang Pocho could see how brave they were.

"Good, good. That's what a good boy I'm big about! Lang Po Qiao looked up with satisfaction and laughed, "Whoever hunts the most 'sheep' today, General Ben will be greatly rewarded." ”

Luang Pocho made another gesture, and the bearded soldier began to ask his soldiers to untie the ropes around the wrists of the civilians, and said to them: "After untying the rope, give you ten breaths of time to escape, and run as far as you can!" ”

"If you can escape, General Ben will be the master to spare your lives." Lang Boqiao sneered and said, looking down at these Dasheng civilians with the kind of eyes that look at ants, "You can't escape, that's your fate......"

As soon as Lang Boqiao's words fell, a young man's provocative voice sounded from not far away:

"The general can talk about it?!"

Luang Po Qiao followed the prestige, only to see seven)

1V1 hilarious and sweet pet campus text, double school bully, the male protagonist is a little sassy (stuffy ~ sassy), and the female protagonist is a little wave (big wave ~ wave).

A small synopsis: "I have had a dream since I was a child, to play with your bare ass when I was a child, and to play with your bare ass when I grow up!" ”